I Am

Poem I wrote a long time ago.

I am a poem still unwritten,
a song left unsung;

I am a thousand and two smiles left unsmiled
and a million things left undone;

I am loneliness incognito
and blue is my middle name;

I am a snow drift on a cold winter’s night,
in the spring, I am the rain;

I am all the things you wished you’d said
as the moment passed you by;

I am the happiness that eludes you, still,
and I’m the reason why.